"His name is Freddie and mine is Flossie," said the latter. "What is your name?"
"Mine is Edward Brooks," said the little stranger, "but everybody calls me Sandy. Do you like Sandy better than Edward?"
"No," replied Flossie. "But I suppose that's a pet name because your hair is that color."
"Is it?" said the boy, tossing his sunny curls around. "Maybe that's why!"
"Guess it is," said Freddie. "But will Mrs. Man let you come over to our house?"
"Mrs. Manily, you mean," said Sandy. "I'll just go and ask her."
"Isn't he cute!" exclaimed Flossie, and the pretty little boy ran in search of Mrs. Manily.
"I'm going to ask mamma if we can bring him home," declared Freddie. "He could sleep in my bed."
The others of the party were now walking through the big tents.
"This is where we eat," the matron explained, as the dining room was entered. The tent was filled with long narrow tables and had benches at the sides. The tables were covered with oilcloth, and in the center of each was a beautiful bunch of fresh wild flowers—the small pretty kind that grow in the woods.